I had a grande 'ol time last night. Two nights ago in fact.
I got drunk, went for a walk downtown, and bought a Bukowski book, and a Yo-Yo. It was great. Last night I drank some, then walked downtown, and drank some more with my sister and co. I remember walking back, but not leaving the bar. First that's ever happened.
This morning, not so friendly. Fucking beer.
I haven't had beer in weeks. It's mainly been rum, and I've felt fine for...weeks. Groggy perhaps, but not hungover. I was good and prepped so I wouldn't go attempting the impossible at the bar. Going from scratch. Blue Moon's expensive. But I had quite a few and now I'm dead.
Attempting to rid this headache. I love walking downtown.
I love my Yo-yo.